.efiL

Life.
Such a simple four letter word that holds more emotionally-driven potential than we tend to acknowledge.
Like a serenade of eloquently placed circumstances, life reforms, restates, reconstructs, replaces, reminds, regenerates and disorientates any approach we may decide to utilize for self expression. Whether something feels right or even feels indifferent, it was never put there for only you to analyze. And to take it further, it was never actually put there, period. Misinterpretation is mankind’s true Achilles tendon, although it’s unfortunate for man that he portrays it and confides in it day in and out.
I find it's the space between my thoughts, desires and actions that I'm most comfortable with. A nullified void that never left or came, for it was there the first time I looked around myself and wondered what the fuck it is we're coinciding within. It's been there every time I've given it the opportunity to peek its head around the corner, like a patient observer that has no rebuttal for their humble fortune of cognition.
I've found the most intriguing of individuals on planet earth are the ones whom scoff at the purchasing of a rabbit's foot. It's not that I've met many... or any persons that have said that, and maybe that's why I'm still wandering the allies and crossroads of Earth with more uncertainty and unavoidable over-analyzation than any skeptic could ever encounter in a wet dream.
I think it's the words that I cradle closest to my heart. Hell, it's certainly not the sentences. They're a gateway drug to paragraphs.
And we all know where that leads.....